“I’m trying to be nice here. A little groveling won’t hurt.”
I blinked at him. Had he seriously convinced himself that I would want anything to do with him ever again?
Before I could say that, Tucker leaned in. “Please can I punch him, sweetheart?”
Like I was going to say no. I wasn’t really a man who condoned violence, but if anyone deserved it, it was Bryce. “Go wild, my love.”
“My love?” Bryce said with a high-pitched laugh.
“I’ll hold him for you. Point me,” Jonah said.
As if summoned, Ford appeared behind Bryce and made a clicking noise with his tongue. Jonah gave a smile that would rival Satan’s, and then he launched forward. His hockey reflexes and his big-ass biceps worked for him because he had Bryce in a hold with his arms locked behind his back before anyone could so much as take a breath.
“Woop! Got ’em!”
Tucker cracked his knuckles, then walked up and took Bryce by the chin. Bryce’s eyes narrowed, and then he spit. The glob narrowly missed Tucker, who looked ready to do a murder right there.
I said a prayer because I knew words wouldn’t stop him now.
“You deserve more than this. Jonah, he was really comfortable talking about my husband being on his knees. I think he should be there.”
Jonah squeezed something, and Bryce’s knees buckled. Tucker grinned, and my dick got a little bit hard. God, was hockey violence really starting to warp me?
Grinning down at him, Tucker tapped a finger on his lips. “Eye or mouth.”
“What?Fuckyou, dude, I?—”
“Mouth it is.” Then Tucker swung. No preamble, no winding up. His fist made a loud smack against Bryce’s lips, and then I saw him spit blood.
“I’m going to call the fucking cops,” Bryce gasped as Jonah let him go.
Tucker grinned. “You do that. I’m sure they’d like to know why you’re harassing your ex and hisdifferently abled,special needs, legless, blind friends.” Tucker started to limp back toward me, and Jonah walked away, his hands in front of him, groping around. “I’m sure they’ll believe we attacked first.”
Ford grinned. “And I’m sure the internet would be interested in everything you said to your ex. Want to repeat it one more time? You know, for posterity?” He produced his phone, and Bryce paled, swiping his hand over his lips before turning his gaze toward me.
“Fuck you, Deo. If I ever see you again—” He stopped at Tucker’s glare.
Tucker laughed. “Finish your sentence. I fuckingdareyou.”
Bryce stared, then turned and tried to pretend like he wasn’t speed-walking away. A moment later, we could hear him pick up his pace to a run, almost tumbling as he hit the stair landing.
Jonah snorted, and that set off a chain reaction of giggles that made my stomach ache. Tucker wrapped around me again, kissing me as my laughter started to die down.
“How do you feel now?”
I took a breath, then shrugged. “The same. Wildly in love. Happy. Satisfied.”
He grabbed my ass and tugged my crotch into his, his brows flying up when he realized I was hard. “Ooh. Youarehappy.”
“You have a private hotel room. Save it, you horny little fuckers,” Ford said.
Tucker laughed again, then tipped my chin up so I could look him in the face. Reaching for his hand, I kissed the knuckles that had probably loosened a tooth or two out of Bryce’s mouth.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he said, then leaned in for a kiss. As his tongue met mine, my heart swelled in my chest.
There was so much more life to life, and with him, I knew it was going to be good.
Former husband, current boyfriend, and my happily ever after.
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